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 Croatia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.