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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
The Fall,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.