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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.