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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.