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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Japan,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.