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 Armenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.