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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.