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 Morocco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.