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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.