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 Switzerland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.