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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.