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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s 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 Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Index,
Little Man,
Magma,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.