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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.