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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.