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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 The Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
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.