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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the techno 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.