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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.