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 Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
EPMD,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.