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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.