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 Mali 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Deakin to the techno 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
The Index,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.