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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.