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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Litter to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.