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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.