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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the grime 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Gong,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.