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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.