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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
10cc,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.