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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.