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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
MDC,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.