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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 The Moleskins to the disco 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.