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 Zambia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.