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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Audionom,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.