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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.