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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.