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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.