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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.