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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.