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 Syria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
The Saints,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.