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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.