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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
John Holt,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
cv313,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.