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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Joy Division to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
cv313,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.