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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
The Index,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.