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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Index,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Ituana,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.