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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Siglo XX to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.