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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 the Association to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.