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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.