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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.