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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.