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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott 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?
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.