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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Nico,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.