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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Roxy Music to the grime 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.