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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.