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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.