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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
a-ha,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.