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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.