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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.