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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.