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 Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Index,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.