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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Offenders to the techno 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.