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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Country Teasers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
X-102,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.