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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.