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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.