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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.