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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.