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 Japan 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.