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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
X-102,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.