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 Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Smoke to the techno 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.