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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.