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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Au Pairs to the punk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.