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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mad Mike 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.