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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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?
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.