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 Somalia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.