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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.