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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.