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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.