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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA 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?
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.