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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the grunge 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.