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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.