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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Mandrill to the grunge 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.