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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.