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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.