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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.