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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.