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 Iraq and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 rhodes 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 John Foxx to the rock 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Index,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.