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 Luxembourg 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.