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 India and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.