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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.