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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.