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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the techno 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
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Patti Smith,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.