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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.