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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts 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 United States of America,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.