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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.