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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.