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 Russia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.