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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Can,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.