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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.