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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.