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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the dance 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.