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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.