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 Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Subhumans to the electroclash 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.