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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.