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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pere Ubu to the disco 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.