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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.