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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Nico,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.