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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.