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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.