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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Deepchord to the disco 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.