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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman 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?
Banda Bassotti,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.