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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.