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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.