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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
The Index,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.