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 Fiji and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Section 25 to the disco 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. 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 electroclash 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.