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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Outsiders to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.