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 Lesotho 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.