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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Camberwell Now 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.