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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.