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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.