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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 The Dead C to the grime 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.