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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.