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 Namibia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
PIL,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.