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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Oneida,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.