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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.