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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.