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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Inner City to the rock 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.