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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Magma,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.