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 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Josef K to the jazz 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.