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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.