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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.