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 Samoa and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Cluster to the grunge 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.