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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Darondo,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.