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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.