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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.