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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.