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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the grime 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.