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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.