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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.