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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.