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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.