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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.