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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Chrome,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.