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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Monks,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.