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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Human League to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.