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 France and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Organ,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.