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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Schoolly D to the grunge 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.