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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Wasted Youth to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.