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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 a-ha to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.