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 Namibia and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.