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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.