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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.