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 India and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.