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 Suriname 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.