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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.