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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
The Move,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.