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 Burundi and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
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.