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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.