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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.