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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.