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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.