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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.