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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
X-102,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.