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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.