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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.