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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Tom Boy to the punk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.