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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
June of 44,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.