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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.