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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Au Pairs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.