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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the grunge 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive 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?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.