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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 The Victims 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.