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 Mauritania 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.