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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.