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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.