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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Hardrive to the disco 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
New Order,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.