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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Country Teasers to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.