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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 synthesizer 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 Standells to the funk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.