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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 sitar 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 Black Moon to the rap 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.