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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Joey Negro to the grime 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.