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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.