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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Wake to the grime 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Josef K,
CMW,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.