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 Iran and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.