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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scrapy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.