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 Israel and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Depeche Mode to the techno 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
June Days,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.