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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.