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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Yaz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.