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 Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the rock 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.