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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.