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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.