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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.