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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.