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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.