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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.