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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.