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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.