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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.