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 Iceland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Fear to the funk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.