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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.