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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.