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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Terry Callier to the techno 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Lalann,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.