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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Fugs to the punk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.