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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Neu!,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.