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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
The Doors,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.