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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Sun Ra to the rock 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.