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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Can to the techno 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.