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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Can,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.