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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.