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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
PIL,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.