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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.