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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.