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 Netherlands 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.