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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.