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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.