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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Television Personalities to the funk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.