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 Zambia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Mission of Burma to the rap 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.