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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.