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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.