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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Essential Logic to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
the Association,
UT,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Josef K,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.