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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the disco 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.