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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.