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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.