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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Trumans Water to the rock 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.