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 Chile 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.