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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.