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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Supertramp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.