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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Marmalade to the electroclash 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.