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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.