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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses 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?
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.