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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
The Index,
DNA,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.