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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
UT,
China Crisis,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.