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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Organ,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.