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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.