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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.