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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.