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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.