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 Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.