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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Scott Walker to the dance 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.