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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.