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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.