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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.