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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.