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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.