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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the funk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.