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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.