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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.