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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.