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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
June Days,
the Normal,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.