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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.