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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.