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 Greece and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.