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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Ituana to the jazz 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.