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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Stooges to the electroclash 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.