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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.