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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.