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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 the Germs to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.