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 Chile and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Zapp to the jazz 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.