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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.