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 Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
The Gories,
DNA,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.