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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Yaz,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.