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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.