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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the jazz 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.