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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tommy Roe to the rock 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.