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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Scientists,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.