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 Ivory Coast 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the crunk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Scientists,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.