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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.