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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Barracudas to the jazz 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.