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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.