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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.