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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.