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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.