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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.