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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.