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 Turkey 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.