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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 J.B.'s to the crunk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.