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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.