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 Suriname 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Carl Craig to the rock 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.