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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.