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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Model 500,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.