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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Unwound,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Wings,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.