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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bar-Kays 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.