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 Uganda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.