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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Offenders to the grime 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.