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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.