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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the crunk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.