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 London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.