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 Serbia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.