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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 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 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 Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.