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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Pole,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.