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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Television,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.