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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Organ,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.