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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.