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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sandy B to the jazz 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.