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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.