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 Sudan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.