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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.