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 Greece and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.