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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.