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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.