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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Durutti Column to the grime 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.