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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
X-102,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.