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 Ecuador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. 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?
Gong,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.