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 Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.