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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Fugs to the punk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
CMW,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.