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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.