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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.