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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.