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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.