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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.