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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Invisible to the rock 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.