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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Quantec to the crunk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.