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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.