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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Japan,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.