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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.