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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.