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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.