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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.