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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
New Order,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.