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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Interpol,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.