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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
cv313,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.