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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 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 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 Pole to the rap 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Make Up,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.