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 Romania 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.