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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Pole,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.