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 Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
PIL,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.