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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Cameo,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.