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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 The Five Americans 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.