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 Netherlands and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
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.