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 Nauru 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Aswad,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.