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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul II Soul 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
The Names,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.