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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.