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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the punk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.