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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.