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 Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.