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 Tonga and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Sparks,
ABC,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.