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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.