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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.