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 Armenia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.