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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
The Slits,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.