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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Magma,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.