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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.