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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.