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 Sudan 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.