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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.