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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.