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 Samoa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.