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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the jazz 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.