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 Iran and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.