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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.