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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Inner City to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.