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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Main Source,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Wire,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.