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 Monaco 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.