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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.