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 Sri Lanka 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.