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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.