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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.