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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 The Sound to the dance 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Aswad,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.