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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.