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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Franke,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.