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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Visage,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.