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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.