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 Slovenia 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.