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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.