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 China and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.