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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.