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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.