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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 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 Rekid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.