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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.