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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.