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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.