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 Uganda 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.