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 Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
UT,
Gong,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.