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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 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 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 The Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.