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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Can,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.