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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.