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 Germany and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 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 Make Up to the disco 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.