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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Faraquet to the grunge 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Crime,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.