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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Organ,
10cc,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Fear,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.