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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.