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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Infiniti to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
The Move,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.