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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.