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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neon Judgement to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.