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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.