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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 The Birthday Party to the punk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.