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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.