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 Iran and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Fear,
This Heat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.