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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.