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 Namibia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Technova,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.