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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Crime,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.