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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.