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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 The Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.