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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
the Association,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.