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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the punk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.