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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Urselle,
Japan,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.