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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.