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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.