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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.