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 United States and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.