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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green 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?
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Television,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.