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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.