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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Television Personalities 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.