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 France and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 mellotron 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.