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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.