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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
X-102,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.