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 Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.