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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.