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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Sonics to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth 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?
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.