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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.