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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.