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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.