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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.