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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Organ,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.