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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.