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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.