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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Index,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.