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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.