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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ronan 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.