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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cybotron to the rap 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.