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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.