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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.