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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Alison Limerick 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Franke,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.