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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Rotary Connection to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
The Busters,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.