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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.