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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doors to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.