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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.