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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.