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 Ghana 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.