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 Ireland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Visage,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.