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 Philippines and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.