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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the punk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.