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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Crime to the grunge 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
a-ha,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.