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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.