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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.