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 France and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 mellotron 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 CMW to the techno 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Index,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.