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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Cure 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.