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 Libya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.