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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Maurizio to the disco 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.