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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator 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 Circle Jerks to the grime 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.