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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Television,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.