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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.