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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.