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 Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.