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 Palau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Jeff Lynne 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.