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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.