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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit 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?
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.