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 Ukraine and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
The Index,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.