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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.