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 Mali 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.