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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Moby Grape to the rock 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.