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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.