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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Remains to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
X-101,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.