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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.