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 Slovenia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim 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?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.