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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Associates 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.