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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.