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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.