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 Kiribati and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Average White Band to the electroclash 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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?
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.