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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.