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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Vainqueur to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Index,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.