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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Skriet,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.