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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.