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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.