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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.