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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.