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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Normal to the jazz 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.