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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Lyon and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
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.