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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.