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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.