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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.