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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.