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 Albania 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.