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 Australia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.