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 Sweden and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the rock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.