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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Pole,
CMW,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.