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 Qatar 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Dark Day,
June Days,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.