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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 mellotron 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.