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 Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.