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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.