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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the funk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Television,
Q65,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.