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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.