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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Slave,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.