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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Womack to the techno 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s 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 Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.