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 San Marino 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
AZ,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.