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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Slave,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.