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 Congo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.