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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.