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 Lebanon 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.