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 Chile and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Index,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.