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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.