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 Croatia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.