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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.