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 China and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.