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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.