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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.