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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Can,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.