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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.