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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.