Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.