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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.