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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.