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 Bolivia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Deepchord 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.