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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 The Saints to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! 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?
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.