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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 The Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.