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 Russia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.