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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.