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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
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.