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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.