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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.