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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.