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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid 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?
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Pole,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.