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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Iggy Pop to the punk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.