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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.