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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.