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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.