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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Television,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.