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 Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.