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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 This Heat to the grunge 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
DJ Style,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.