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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.